Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2023 13:07:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chubby Boy <chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pete's Big Surprise Part 13

Pete's Big Surprise Part 13

Usual disclaimers apply. I don't know these people. This is pure
fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com

The night certainly hadn't gone as Griffin Gluck had planned. Usually
when he and his buddy Pete Davidson were in the same city, they would
spend the evening hanging out and the night getting physical. But that
wasn't how it had gone this time. Gluck had let Pete know when he got
into town like he usually did. But Pete didn't respond at first. In
fact, three days had gone by with radio silence from Pete. This had
wounded Gluck a little, but he was trying to play it cool. He was always
worried that Pete would think he was clingy.

But late on the fourth night, Pete had finally responded, offering a
half-hearted apology for the delay and saying something non-committal
about hanging out the next day. Tentative plans were made, vague
allusions to meeting up around 4pm the following day. 4pm came and went
and nothing. A couple of texts from Griffin with no reply from Pete.
Griffin's concern was replaced with anger at Pete disrespecting him and
his time. Griffin resigned himself to not seeing Pete at all, only to
have a knock on his door at 2am, rousing Gluck out of bed to find a moody
and slightly drunk Pete at his door.

Griffin invited him in and then listened to Pete talk for over an hour.
This wasn't the usually fun-loving and light-hearted Pete that Gluck
knew and loved. Pete was agitated and clearly depressed. He smoked some
of Gluck's weed, and that helped a little, but not before Gluck had had
enough and told Pete so. When Gluck explained that he didn't appreciate
Pete disrespecting his time, he also explained that Pete was clearly
going through something, but that he still didn't think he deserved to
be treated this way. Pete seemed pissed at Gluck's words. They went back
and forth, but ultimately Pete said, "I'm not your fucking boyfriend
you know." And this cut Gluck to the core. Gluck did know this. But he
also thought that he was more to Pete than just some casual acquaintance
that Pete could fuck when he didn't have a better offer elsewhere. Gluck
rose slowly, looked at Pete as if he was going to say something for a few
beats, then turned slowly and walked into his bedroom and shut the door,
leaving Pete alone in the living room.

Gluck turned out the lights and crawled into bed. He wanted to cry, but
he didn't. He was perhaps, in that moment, angrier than he was sad. But
he could already feel that reversing itself. He lay there quietly for a
little while and then, as we often do, fell asleep without realizing it
was happening. He woke, as he had so many times before, to the feeling of
Pete's huge, lanky frame wrapping around his own more modest frame. Pete
had silently entered first the bedroom, and then the bed. The room was
total darkness, but he knew how Pete felt. How he smelled. He knew the
pattern of his breathing. As Pete snuggled up behind Gluck in a big spoon
formation, Gluck expected to feel Pete's massive hardon pressing against
his body, but not this time. Pete moved in close and slid his arm under
Gluck while the other went over top of him. Pete's head tucked itself
into the space behind Gluck's Gluck felt a wetness on his neck. Pete had
been crying.

In that moment, Gluck's anger (which had continued through his sleep)
evaporated and turned into something else. Pete was going through stuff.
Gluck knew that Pete struggled with mental health issues. And Gluck knew
that Pete had been subject to what Gluck thought was an unreasonable
amount of shit for a young guy to go through. Gluck searched for
something to say, but instead, he reached for Pete's right hand, took it
in his own, and gently held it to his mouth for a slight kiss before
placing both their hands together on his heart. At this action, Pete
began to sob. It was quiet. He was trying to be quiet, but the room was
totally still and silent and Pete's face was almost touching the back of
Gluck's neck. Pete's body quakes softly as he cried.

A few moments passed before Gluck rolled over and into Pete's arms,
coming face-to-face with Pete. Pete instinctually turned his face away
from Gluck. This act made little sense since the room was too dark for
Gluck to see Pete's face despite it being inches away from his own.

Gluck reached out and his hand touched Pete's bare hip. Interesting that
despite his obvious sorrow, Pete had stripped naked before climbing into
bed. Gluck ran his hand up Pete's smooth, muscular body and found
Pete's cheek. He turned Pete's face toward his own in the dark. Gluck
whispered. He said these words without even thinking them. They just came
out, as if someone else was controlling Gluck's mouth. "Whatever is
going on out there, right now, you are safe in here with me."

Pete gasped back a sob before laughing quietly as he pushed his face into
the nape of Gluck's neck. Gluck gently run his hand along Pete's back
as he cried himself to sleep in his arms.

Gluck woke when the single beam of sunlight that had managed to penetrate
the blackout drapes struck him directly in the eyes. He squinted enough
to see Pete was still sound asleep, having rolled over at some point
during the night to the other side of the bed. Gluck's dick was hard as
a rock, but he knew it was because he had to piss like a racehorse. Pete
had untangled himself from Gluck during the night, but Gluck still tried
not to rustle the bed too much as he climbed out of it. He made his way
to the bathroom in the dim room and took a long and laborious piss.
Laborious because his dick was so hard. Finally finished, he went back
into the bedroom and quietly opened the drapes. Sunlight rushed into the
room, illuminating Pete's gorgous body on the bed.

Gluck took a moment to admire the view. Pete was so tall and lanky that
he barely fit on the bed. In fact, one of his feet dangled off the foot
of the bed. Pete was nude and had freed himself of the sheets during the
night. He was laying half on his belly and half on his side. His right
leg was drawn up toward his stomach, framing his ass at an angle. Pete
was in the process of removing his tattoos, and Gluck noted the pattern
of tattoos, scars, and fresh, smooth skin that covered Pete's arms and
back. Pete's big cock was hidden under him, but the angle he was laying
at showed a glimpse of Pete's pink asshole.

Gluck couldn't help himself. He was overcome by an irresistible urge. He
stepped toward the bed, crawled over and on top of the sleeping Pete, and
put his mouth onto Pete's hole. The effect was immediate. Pete almost
instantly began to moan quietly into his pillow as Gluck's mouth went to
work. Gluck had actually eaten Pete's ass before, but not for a long
time. Pete had been receptive to it, but it was never big on Pete's list
of favorites. Pete was usually the one eating a hole or sticking his dick
in it. Pete tasted amazing just as Gluck had remembered. The slightest
hint of musk reminded Gluck of the smell of Pete's balls. This made his
dick even harder.

Pete had woken up almost immediately and had made no protest. Gluck even
heard a muffled, "Oh yeah" from the pillow. Gluck took his time. Slowly
licking and then alternating between licking and darting his tongue in
the edge of Pete's hole. As he ate, Gluck slowly moved his hand under
Pete, first gently stroking his nuts before gently prying Pete to move
his hips up just enough for Gluck to wrap his hand around Pete's cock.
Pete was only semi-erect, but rapidly hardening. Gluck kept a firm grip
on Pete's massive dong as it went from a semi-soft six inches to a fully
erect boner. Gluck wanted to measure Pete's cock, but it never seemed
like the right time. It almost seemed exploitative without all the "big
dick energy" conversation around Pete. Gluck had decided that Pete was
at least 9.5 inches, but sometimes it seemed more like 10.5.

Gluck spent ten full minutes rimming Pete (an eternity when you are
getting rimmed) before his body went into auto pilot. Almost as if he was
no longer in control, Gluck watched himself pull his head away from Pete,
climb further onto the bed, and position his raging erection at the
entrance to Pete's ass. Gluck watched himself spit into his hand and rub
it on his cock. Glucked watched himself place the tip of his cock on
Pete's hole before slowly pushing his hips forward until the head popped
inside of Pete. What was happening? Gluck had never fucked Pete. Gluck
had never fucked anyone. Not a guy anyway. And no one in the ass. Gluck
didn't think that Pete had ever been fucked. But had they ever discussed
it? As all these thoughts were racing through his head, Gluck heard only
a gently grunt from the pillow that muffled Pete's mouth.

Pete's body had tensed, but there was no reaction to indicate that Gluck
should stop. When Pete had tensed, his hold had squeezed tighter around
the tip of Gluck's dick. This felt amazing. This had been instinctual
and Pete had almost immediately relaxed once more around Gluck's cock.
Perhaps this wasn't Pete's first time on the bottom? Gluck was wonder
about that later. For now, he had a thousand thoughts swimming around in
his foggy brain. But his body and cock were on autopilot. Gluck's mouth
had loosened and moistened Pete's hole, but there was still only spit as
lube, but with ease, Gluck began to slide himself into Pete. Gluck's
cock was a perfectly respectable six inches or so, and of average girth.
But as he slid in, Pete made a deep groan that was muffled by the pillow.

Part of Gluck wanted Pete to roll over so he could look into his eyes as
he penetrated him. But Gluck's inner animal instinct was now in control.
Gluck watched from the control in his brain as his cock slid all the way
inside of Pete and his own pelvis came to rest on top of Pete's body.
Gluck's hips began to move quickly. Like a spider monkey. No more slow,
gentle strokes. Gluck moved like an animal on a mission. Breed and move
on before something dangerous gets you. As Gluck pounded into Pete,
Pete's hands gripped fists full of sheets and blankets. He kept his face
buried in the pillow, with only the softest grunts escaping.

Gluck didn't last long. He was so horny and Pete was so tight. After
only maybe two minutes of hard thrusting, Gluck heard himself spit and
grunt as he ejaculated inside of Pete. At the moment of climax, he thrust
himself forward hard and strained to spurt all of himself inside of Pete
as deeply as possible. Again it was some kind of deep animal instinct.
Cum inside. Cum deep. Increase the chances of impregnation. When his
balls were empty, he finally relaxed and gently pulled out of Pete before
collapsing on the bed next to him.

Gluck gasped for air, feeling himself gain control over his body once
more. Pete lay there quietly, his face still buried in the pillow. His
face was still hidden so Gluck couldn't read him. Gluck was just
starting to worry if he had made a mistake when Pete turned his head to
face Gluck as he rolled over onto his side. Pete was squinting to adjust
his eyes to the sunny room, but he was also smiling. The mad Pete that
had argued with him the night before, the sad Pete that had crawled into
bed and cried in his arms was gone, replaced by the happy Pete that Gluck
knew and loved. And it wasn't fake. Gluck could always see in Pete's
eyes when he was actually happy and when he was faking it for a camera or
a friend. And with someone who struggles, you take all the genuine
happiness you can get.

Pete smiled with his entire face. His big toothy grin was infectious.
Griffin smiled too. "So..." Pete said in a jokey voice. "Did you just
fuck me in the asshole?" Gluck suddenly felt a little embarrassed for
some reason. But he smiled nervously before saying, "yeah....I think I
did." Pete made a face, mugging for Gluck. "Well," Pete smirked,
"aren't you full of surprises."